Well, say hello to a new weekly challenge!
Starting today, every Monday I'll post a piece of micro fiction (or flash fiction). For those of you who don't know, micro fiction is basically a very very short story, with a word count clocking in at 300 words or less. To give myself a bit of a challenge, I'll roll my inspiration dice and create a piece of flash fiction based on the prompt.
I hope you enjoy!
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Genre: Children's
Character: Hero (willing)
Motivation: to become
His mother could always tell. The way his eyes lit up at
bedtime, she could tell that’s when his world opened up. The way his eyes stayed
glued to the page, even though the both know that he couldn’t read. Even though
it was supposed to make him sleepy, it did quite the opposite—she caught him
staying up late, more than once, a flashlight turned on under his bed covers as
his tiny little fingers traced over the words his mind couldn’t quite grab onto
yet.
She
could tell from the way he grasped the sticks he found in the yard, even though
she had scolded him more than once for playing with them. The way he swung with
confidence and jumped and yelled and shouted. The way he “saved” his little
sister from their pet dog, even though she had little interest in being
rescued.
His
mother could tell because he was never scared of the monsters hiding in the
closet. She could tell because, every October, he pulled out that same old
wooden sword. She could tell because of the dragons and demons that he battled
bravely in the backyard, every day. They were invisible to her eyes, but he knew
they were real.
She
could always tell that he was a hero. Her very own little hero.
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Until later,
- Justyne
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